Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I come like

(scratched)
I've got a few I wanna say

(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not
'cause the of the gift will be hittin' ya spliff
And a lot of the crews got sprayed and RAID
a couple of roaches, as struggle approaches,
a brother'll blow
ferocious jam, I smother the ?grossagran?
I hover above the land of emcees that dont blow
I'm poppin' the clip and bo bo with the gun
And a once in a chest, rest in peace
And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish emcees with sounds these
Run over enemies and I rest in the
Dark hemisphere, wit a fear is nothin but a mere setback
when I'm here,
earn wit a clear conscience in the of the jet black
I'm a dog, running the jungle
wit a hoodie and black hat choppin down
Not a frog, yet I'm humble
gotta do the tack wack talkin clowns
Tip me, knock 'em all around, bust a front
With a fat blunt on a vine in the homeland
I'ma 'em in the sound little punks when the rap bump
Springin on the rhyme I man
Gifted I'm lifted off a spliff hit,
reminisce shit, riff with
This shit is the mischievous of the gifted,
I'm a whiz kid, get a kid
Swingin' down low, down flows
with a new flow medley when you step back
To the black with a fat rap with a fat
with a little bit a in my napsack
Take it back to the brother
and I was smotherin' stupid like Tarzan
Givin' back to the man and get another land,
man gimme it, its
How easy and tight wishin' into the
up in the sound in the of the jungle
wild with the art of the rumble,
never to be smarter than Dumbo
'em mumble, make 'em humble,
Get me round from the start, you crumble,
and you tumble, and you
And I do it like
From the end to the end never gonna end,
set a with the maniac mic clutch
Hey by the ba?, said you keep your day job
my competitors know the right touch
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a black
fail to attack me, like a sail with the slack g
I attack 'em acne, exactly UGH

(spoken)
Mindless grow through idiosynchrosy
Peels up, rising up,

(Lateef)
Steppin' up through the deep, dank
No telling is lurking
I hero it, but will I sense a
I proceed to bust a
'cause I the finer design in the mind of the rhyme
Just about to find
What a disgrace to the race of wack
I am I choose to stand my ground
FIRM and blowin' the the vermin and learnin'
All I know is we've every entry attained
And strained the game, and what I'm tryin' to is that
The deeper we're creepin' the we find sleepin'
And slippin' just shootin' dead on a mission
Its missin' the reason the gift we've been the rhythm
'cause that the way we've been livin
And thrive in the essence, survive and its
To recognize when analyzing bo?
the lame in this line and tryin'
To get you to buy into their fantasy
Can it be damaged the bones
of the fellas and men thats exploting my
Can't understand every breast you touch
was as up ?paper scun? be one motherfucker
Such as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', timber, instead of
Gettin out of my way, and I'm -- meaning to say is that
The canopy covers me now is the blackest, attack this
I thought we already established the
in the cemented jungle
by the bumblin' brothers stumblin' tumblin'
Surround me in a style, but I just smile and
Silence 'em like the lambs, they all the whole
We just one stock style
I'm gettin' 'em off crack viles, and wicked the whole fuckin while
Not trippin over no vines, or no swine, or over no mines
Or no line at the plot
of whippin' 'em like a glock in the jungle

(spoken)
Now in the beginning of the
Not in time, but in the
Imagine the being loaded up
The men, themselves up
a long journey -- the oasis is all in the clamor
As we from the top we go to the very bottom
Of a myserious place -- a very place
What's that I see?

(Lyrics Born)
I can't describe you, so I ain't even gon' try...hmmmm
Making hell of mc Asia is now this I dispute but you knew
You Lyrics Born was a ripped off note sheet of a hundred
And you scrape the paint off your bumpers making you beat the buzzer
Making sure Lyrics Born came out his stomach
covered with the lyrics that
No bumper, right? 'cause
I you can make colors rhyme
And have the whole goddamn planet yellin at you and even
Still take the big up little ?egg?, can you imagine?
Big up Born, this little bottle
Or you would even be lightly concerned with little, little words
you would tug at the line, pullin' the kind
Of lyrics out my mouth that make me big bad don, kids' legs home
You can't even back a roach, you know
That type shit, and then watch me this stage
Boy like I got your style hangin' around my waist
And then me forget -- the way
Good lyrics taste, thinkin' I just ain't little rabbit eyes in heart
Man, if I thought it was just
Lyrics Born that made lyrics born, born
And then I can't do no more, I'd be like
"Do you me?" No, Asia
And you used to my record on the way to the vapor